Poison Dart of LoveWhen upon you I first looked
My eyes were opened wide
But at that time
With another did your heart side.
I waited a while
For the realisation to hit you
It made my heart ache
And perhaps yours too.
Its been a journey these past weeks
Learning about you
I hope that you enjoyed
Learning about me too.
Ive now found something strange,
A feeling deep in my heart
Its telling me that I love you
And that I hope we never part.
I wish you feel it too,
This feeling deep inside,
And Ill love you through whatever,
Even an emotional rollercoaster ride.
Josh, my dear boy
I love you with all my heart,
I hope you love me back,
Since youve stuck me with a poisoned dart.
InsanityDeath on silent wings,Insanity7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A foolhardy scream,
In a decayed mind your blood sings
A rememberence of a forgotten dream.
Blue MoonBlue moonBlue Moon7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My heart is thous
I'll speak my vows.
Marriage unto thous soul
Come to me to death unrole
Kiss my lips with brightened light
Be careful of my hearts bite.
Light the sky with splendor
I am your worshippor
Fill my heart with a gods desire
Lest I fall to fault with fire.
Elemental heart do come to me
Let me fall into the arms of thee
Let fire engulf thine heart
Let us never part.
MurderGlitter of a blade,Murder7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Piercing of a scream,
Splatter of red blood
As it runs into a stream.
Footsteps in the darkness,
Heavy breath from behind,
Rush away to escape,
As was first designed.
Ignore the plaguing nightmares
Ignore the taunting voice
Ignore the niggling doubts
That you didn't make the right choice.
Though death do you face,
Do not ever turn aside,
'Tis as destiny has planned,
That in hell may you reside.
BB's Guide to a Perfect MurderWarning! This article encourages crime. DO NOT read on unless you wish to commit crime. If you are an agent of the FBI, the CIA, MI6, or just the Police, scram and read another article about how to save lives instead. If you are L, you can just go f**k yourself. If you do not wish to commit crime, please feel free to leave now and repeatedly bash your head on the desk until you get amnesia and cannot remember this article. Thank you.BB's Guide to a Perfect Murder5 years ago in Drama More Like This
For the purposes of this article, we will define the Perfect Murder as the killing of one or more people without being caught, fined, or sent to prison...or get killed by Kira.
You may have many reasons, both logical and illogical, to wish somebody to die. However first, we must consider the positives and negatives of having a motive. Motives are often used by detectives to catch so called "criminals". It may prove more beneficial to murder a complete stranger. Beware getting away with your first Perfect Murder and moving on to second, third and fourth mur
WithinI sense a pain,Within7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So deep within,
It's killing me,
Sin by sin.
I know you feel it,
In your heart,
I have the feeling,
This is only the start.
I see a ending,
Before my time,
And ending so powerful,
That the air shall chime.
I leave you now,
For my path lies elsewhere,
But be not afraid,
For my power I share.
DecisionsHunted by the voices,Decisions7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Chased by the choices.
If I payed the cost,
What have I really lost?
My White WolfMy White Wolf7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silently you wander
A night hound you are
Deep into yonder
But from my heart never far
Invisible in snow
A dangerous creature
On the ground you slink low
You are my teacher
A wary eye
You wish you could fly
And to chase many deers
You are my silver lining
For you I always care
Like a star your are shining
And to reach to you I do dare
MiseryIt's a common misconception that misery loves company. As a matter of principle, misery prefers dark cold corners where they can grow and fester.Misery4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It behaves, in fact, very much like mold. It flourishes in the dark of one's moods and is watered by the tears of one's inner self. Just like mold, it is everywhere, waiting for the right time to grow out.
What calls it? What gives it power? Not great tragedies or cataclysms, those cause a numbing shock. What causes the greatest suffering are the thousands of little irritations, incomprehensible to others. Perhaps something as little as a pudding cup, a squashed bug, or maybe a nagging fear, a burdening stress, an unrequited love, a dashed dream.
It dulls after a while, but to me it was always quite clear why babies cry for so long. So innocent are they to the misery.
The mold gnaws away at the very surface it grows on, leaving marks that never fade. It will grow larger, as all molds do...for some, it consumes them.
But just as all aspects of
RubbleThoughts slicing through my mindRubble7 years ago in Other More Like This
Precise as a razor
Carving my ego and my heart
Watching as blood spills
Fingers felt around my neck
Tightening their grip
Choking off my life
Pain washing over
Like a dash of cold water
Soaking the pieces of me
In the end
I'm just a pile of rubble
To be swept up
I Dream of MusicWhy do we dream? Think about it for a moment.I Dream of Music6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It's an interesting question, one with many answers. Science says that we dream to help the mind rest, or, as some think, dreams happen all the time, we simply don't notice them when we are awake. The "New Age" theorists say that dreams are our minds coming to grips with everyday problems, dreams are us trying to solve those problems. Of course, dreams are also the things we want in and for life, where we want to go, things we want to have, who we want to be.
In my mind, dreams are our salvation.
Without dreams, no-one would want to make the world better, there would be no science, no history, no books, no equality, no fight for equality. There would be no adventure, no thrill in life. There would be no reason to LIVE.
Without dreams, life has no purpose.
Without dreams, there would be no MUSIC.
I dream of, and in, music. Music is who I am. I constantly have music flowing through my mind, I fall asleep to it, I wake up to it. Music is the c
Just...Just...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Let's just sit in silence.
Cradle me in your arms.
I need not your questions,
or your words of cheer.
Just hold me.
In the silence.
I want to feel your love
While releasing my senses
So i can just be.
I just need a moment
Where I don't need to stand.
I don't need to smile
I don't need to speak.
I need a moment where I'm safe.
Chronicles of InnocenceChronicles of Innocence8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Back then I didnt have curtains.
The street lamps always shone so beautifully through my window creating a magical glow in my dark room.
My nightie had become too small for my growing body, but it was my favourite and was cool in the warm nights. The door had been left ajar, to let the air circulate, and my blanket was strewn sideways allowing the breeze to kiss my hairless legs.
I slept in pure innocence.
My mother had said she wanted a relationship not based on sex.
Her still body lay sleeping by 10 every night, ready for tomorrows early start.
She never stirred once in her dream land, her breath slowing to a steady deep drone and her heart beating faintly.
Her arm wrapped around you, tightly like always. But tonight your body lay tense.
I didnt hear the floorboards creek.
And I didnt see the door slide open.
I didnt feel the blanket slide off
Or the smell of your breath upon me.
Not until, my innocence was up and I tasted the sting of your love
Set Yourself FreeSet Yourself Free7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Come sit with me angel.
Just lay here in my arms safe.
You need not say anything,
I can feel your thoughts.
And I know you couldnt speak if I asked you to.
Thats it my darling.
Cry into my shoulder,
It was reserved just for you.
Dont worry about staining it.
It can be washed.
Dont hold back sweetheart.
I can feel your fists gripping my shirt.
You dont need to keep it in any longer.
Cry it out.
Release the disease.
Let me wipe your tears baby.
You still look beautiful.
With streaks down your cheeks.
I know I cant stop the memories,
Clouding your eyes.
So fall into mine, visions of love fill them.
You can do i
Which one is sick?Which one is sick?7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had stayed home from school that day.
Suffering with the torturous symptoms of flu, I was huddled in a blanket on the sofa.
He often came over to our house straight from work; still in his beige boots with dirt on his hands. But today it was 2 oclock, he wasn't supposed to be finished yet and he had no right coming to my house anyway.
Charming as ever, he knelt down beside me and handed me some chewy sweets. Grateful as I was, I wouldn't let him know it, giving him my usual sarcastic thanks in reply. Reaching over to place them on the table, I shuffled back in my seat uncomfortably, noticing him staring at me.
He seemed to enjoy my awkwardness; smiling coyly he placed his hand under the blankets and began to stroke my stomach.
I cringed under his touch, and noticing that my fever had made me moist he ripped off the blanket revealing my bare lower half.
His mouth opened slightly, staring at me intently. I could see his tongue move behind his lips, the saliva reflecting the light
uglyI picked a bunch of flowers for you, you said they were ugly and threw them on the ground. You said they were plain boring and the same as all the other flowers, he only liked things that were different. He was right, so I took them home and put them in my closet so they would rot. 1 week later I took them out and gave them to him. Like my eyes, they were black and shattered. He loved them.ugly7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I asked him if he loves me and he said I am to plain. I agreed with him and went home, that night I cut my chest just to colour myself. He loved it, he said I was beautiful.
But where are his cuts and bruises? Or have I got enough for the both of us?